AmalgaMay
What a weird day. Just a range of things, all over the place.
1. I might be on the verge of giving up my f-ban. I did say it twice today. The first time was in the car by myself. The girl in front of me didn’t know how to drive. I just didn’t catch myself in time. But on my usual snack safari at 3, I of course ran into a bunch of kids again. They’re so retarded! And I just decided—well, I already knew—it’s not the word; it’s the kids. They’re just so stupid. One stood out in the middle of one of the lanes of a high traffic road, for no apparent reason except just to do it. They sprayed each other with a garden hose that had been left running. Another kept yelling at the top of his lungs—that screechy, adolescent warble—to one 50 or so feet in front of him.
Plus my stats took I dive after I proposed that whole thing. Not that I have tons of readers.
2. We did deep hip openers in yoga today. I was feeling pretty shaky at the time, but when we finished the class my hips felt so loose and wonderful. I wonder if I’ll pay for it tomorrow.
3. Beautiful flowers I saw today—didn’t have my camera with, though. I’ll round ‘em up tomorrow.
4. I was feeling pretty good until I started reading a lot in the midafternoon. And I was hungry all damn day.
5. The D.C. Madam hung herself. I’m not what you’d call a liberal, but really, I don’t understand why prostitution is illegal here, as long as it isn’t forced. It is, as they say, “the oldest profession.” And obviously there’s still a demand for it. Was it worth the loss of life? I don’t think so. If this woman was indeed running a prostitution ring, then she was filling a niche in society. And we’re supposed to be living in a “free” country. It’s not as if legalizing prostitution is going to cause the country to fall apart. There are plenty of things doing that as we speak—the lack of discipline and education when it comes to our kids, for example (see No. 1). But Janelle, you say, you could use the same argument to justify legalizing drugs. Yes, you could, I say. But it doesn’t work quite the same way, although pot is probably no worse than alcohol. (Know that I’m saying this having never done a drug in my life, and drinking alcohol only rarely.) Vice is an interesting thing. More thought on that to come.
6. I think my tennis shoes need more exercise. Every day, in fact. So that’s my pledge for May. Exercise my tennies every day. Add that to the blogging, and do it anyway.
7. Standing in line at the pharmacy tonight, behind a very old couple and their aides, I realized I need to stay healthy. They bought two huge sacks full of meds. I can’t even imagine what they were all for. It reminds me of Marvin’s Room. The woman, I never saw her face, was in a wheelchair and her gray hair with thin and stringy and yellowed toward the ends. The guy, though walking, just seemed somewhat emaciated in the legs. I never want to be doddering, or feeble, or infirm. I want to live a long time; I just don’t want to have to live like that. How satisfying can it be to keep ourselves alive with such a complicated array, that you need two aides to keep it all straight? But very few people want to die. Except the D.C. Madam, who’d apparently rather that than jail (see No. 5).
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